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"Let's get right to it," Kevin said, slapping his palms together. "You boys
know why you're here. It's always an adjustment, bringing new guys to the
team. But Toby and I have faith in you."

Peter and Carl shifted uncomfortably in their chairs, glancing at the white
box sitting on the couch between Kevin and Toby. All Peter knew was that
these two alpha male gods of the crew team had told him (and Carl, the
other frosh recruit) to show up at their off-campus apartment that evening
if he knew what was good for him. The rest was all legend, murky stories of
homoerotic hazings past that gave Peter a fluttery sense of anticipation. 

Poor, mousey-haired Carl just seemed afraid.

"We know that you're physically capable to row with us," Kevin continued.
"Now we have to find out where you stand mentally. Toby and I set the
stroke and it's up to you guys to keep up. That requires respect on your
part, and a willingness to follow orders. Understand?"

The freshmen nodded. 

"Good," Kevin said, flashing a shit-eating smirk on his handsome, darkly
stubbled face. His black hair stood erect from the top of his head. He wore
a sleeveless shirt, showing off his powerful arms and the brush of dark
hair on his chest, arms, and back.

Toby wore the same uniform as Kevin -- sleeveless shirt and mesh shorts.
Toby was just as muscled as Kevin, but was short and compact -- a redheaded
powerhouse package.

"Toby, why don't you show the boys what we have in store for them?" Kevin
said. Toby opened the box. 

"Donuts?" said Carl.

"Smart boy," Kevin said. He turned to Peter. "You like donuts?"
"Uh...sure," Peter said. 

"That's good. Cause today, you two are going to be eating these. As many as
you want, really." Kevin looked at Toby and they cracked up. 

"Thing is, you're gonna be eating them off our dicks."

Carl's jaw dropped. 

"No wa--" he started to say, but Kevin held up his hand.

"Dude, don't even bother. You're not exactly essential to the team at this
point. Act like a pussy, and we'll see to it that you get dropped. Or do as
we say, and we'll have ourselves a good little time. Choice is yours."

Carl looked to Peter, who just shrugged his shoulders. 

"Alright then?" Kevin said. Carl sank back into his seat. Toby and Kevin
were smiling like Cheshire cats. "Alright then," Kevin said. "On your
knees."


Kevin and Toby had discussed it earlier -- the donuts were so fat and
puffy that they barely had holes in the middle. If they were going to get
them on, their cocks were going to have to be hard. 

"Big deal," Kevin had said. They were a couple of horny, virile jocks --
it wouldn't be difficult to get it up. And besides, they'd agreed, it added
an extra dose of humiliation to the whole thing.

Now they reached into their shorts and started working their dicks as Peter
and Carl knelt before them. Both of the freshmen had been captains of their
respective high school crew teams and had the lean, toned bodies to show
for it, but their bodies did not compare to the mature mass of Kevin and
Toby.

Kevin was hard in no time -- funny thing was, he'd sort of had a fatty
all day, anticipating this. Toby looked at the tent in Kevin's shorts as he
stoked up his own erection.

"Alright boys, hope you're hungry," Kevin said, and they pulled down their
shorts. Neither was wearing underwear, and Peter's eyes widened as two
hard, hairy cocks bounced straight up into the air. Kevin's was rock-solid
and veiny, a cocky-looking thing that fit his personality. Toby's was
meatier, his auburn pubes were trimmed and neat. 

Each took a plain sugar donut and pressed the center of the greasy
confection to the head of their dicks, sliding them on. They looked at each
other, donuts hanging on their dicks like a ring-toss game, and laughed.

"Peter -- scoot closer to Toby. Carl -- get over here," Kevin
directed. Despite the look of dramatic disgust on Carl's face, he did as he
was told. Both waited for instructions; two hard, donut-clad dicks in front
of their faces.

"Fuckin eat `em, man," Toby said. Peter leaned in. There was the sweet,
yeasty smell of the donut, but the musky scent of Toby's sweaty crotch was
underneath that. Peter reached out with his teeth and pulled off a
chunk. It was fresh and actually tasty. 

He looked over to Carl, who had his nose turned up and was queasily
swallowing the small bit of donut he'd removed from Kevin's rigid pole. 

Peter's nose brushed against Toby's prick as he went in for another
bite. Toby's cock jerked at the contact. Peter managed to dislodge the
entire donut, and he sat back to finish it.

Carl was having more difficulty. He'd eaten the majority of it, but the
sheer rigidity of Kevin's cock was keeping the final chunk pressed tight
against his abdomen. 

"Gotta get it all," Kevin said. Carl went back in. He had to wedge his nose
and mouth behind Kevin's cock to get at it, and he scooped it out with his
tongue, which grazed the side of Kevin's cock. He swallowed it quickly.

"Are we done?" Carl asked.

"Not yet," Kevin said. "We said eat all of it."

Looking at the granules of sugar glistening on the shaft of Toby's cock,
Peter had an idea of where this was going.

"That means all of it. Sugar included. I'm not walking around with a sticky
dick. Clean `em off." 

Toby laughed incredulously. This hadn't been part of the plan. 

Peter looked at Carl, expecting him to put up a fight. But even though that
comical look of disgust was still plastered on Carl's face, he immediately
leaned in and ran his tongue up the underside of Kevin's dick. It took
everybody off guard. At first Peter thought that Carl just wanted to get it
over with, but then he noticed the rod that lay down the leg of Carl's
jeans. That was a surprise, even though he had thrown a bone himself.

Everyone stared as Carl ran his tongue from the bottom to the tip of
Kevin's cock, finally sucking the head in between his lips, puckering up
the last granules of sugar and leaning back to wipe his mouth.

Kevin let out his breath. The sensation of Carl's mouth on the head of his
cock had sent a dollop of precum to the tip.

Peter hadn't even begun. He looked up to Toby who nodded, go ahead.

Peter took Carl's lead and boldly licked the sugar from the sides of Toby's
shaft. It wasn't the first time he'd licked a cock, but the combination of
sugar and salty skin was undeniably hot. When he slid his lips over the
head like Carl had, tasting the creamy bit of precum from the tip, it
crossed his mind to just keep going. 

But Peter knew the game all too well. He'd been playing some form of it
ever since he'd hit puberty. First there was his best friend in junior
high, who could only jerk off with him when porn was present. Then there
was his jock biology partner who loved it up the butt, but needed to get
drunk first. There was always more to these guys than met the eye. To get
anywhere, you had to play by the rules.

Kevin lanced another donut on his dick, and Carl devoured it in record
time. He immediately began licking off the sugar, his eyes closed, focused
solely on the task as though his mind was miles away.

"Fuck..." Kevin said. He caught his breath as Carl sat back on his
heels. "Alright," he said. He shook his head a little. "Okay. Next
task." He reached into the box and pulled out a donut hole. These had been
Toby's last-minute suggestion at the donut shop, and the idea had cracked
both of them up.

"I'm sure you can guess what these are for," Kevin said, his smirk
returning. "C'mon, man," he said to Toby, and the two of them kicked off
their shorts and bent over the couch, raising their butts in the
air. Kevin's ass, Peter noted, was firm and hairy, just meaty enough to be
called a bubble butt. Toby's, however, was a thing of beauty -- two pert,
smooth loaves of tan jock ass. 

Chuckling for good measure, the two guys wedged the donut holes in their
cracks, good and deep.

"Alright guys, get to work."

Peter's lips brushed against Toby's ass cheeks. Toby shivered a little as
the donut hole was dislodged, and although the order hadn't been given,
Peter went right to licking off the sugar, too. When his tongue made
contact with Toby's asshole, Toby gasped and his hips bucked.

"Fuck," Toby whispered. Kevin was already inserting a second donut
hole. Carl went in for it, parking his face between Kevin's cheeks and
munching up the donut. He licked off the sugar, too, and Kevin bucked and
groaned just like Toby had. 

Toby inserted another. This time, when Peter's tongue hit Toby's butthole,
he let it linger; working the coarse, melting sugar against the slick skin
of his sphincter. Toby bucked harder into Peter's face and let another slow
moan escape his lips. 

Peter glanced over to Carl to realize that he was doing the same thing to
Kevin. They were both unabashedly eating ass, their tongues working further
into their teammates' holes as they got bolder and the atmosphere in the
room turned a corner.

First Kevin then Toby shifted their legs apart to allow the freshmen better
access to their butts. Peter lapped at Toby's fine behind, turning his head
to the side to insert his tongue into Toby's pulsing pink slot. Carl worked
his tongue roughly against Kevin's dilating hole before licking down along
his rounded taint. He lapped up Kevin's hairy balls, then swung underneath
his body and slipped his lips around Kevin's rock-hard cock. 

Peter spread Toby's ass wide and stuffed his face inside, reaching
underneath Toby and stroking his still-hard dick. Peter could feel things
starting to ramp up, so he slipped his own dick out of his pants and
stroked it. 

Kevin looked down at Carl, who was dutifully taking his cock down his
gagging-but-eager throat. He thought of all the sorority sluts he'd also
let bob on his knob. A minor revelation began to form: it didn't matter if
it was a girl or a guy. They were all sluts, anyway; cock-hungry whores who
were ravenous for his meat, who couldn't wait to suck a rich, nourishing
load out of his nuts. He let his cock slip out of Carl's mouth and dragged
its drippy head across his lips. 

Toby kept glancing at Kevin, his best friend; taking in his tightly formed
body, the way his flat stomach curled in with his thrusts, the look of
concentrated pleasure as he thrust his rigid prick in and out of Carl's
sloppy mouth. He never imagined Kevin would let a guy suck his dick...never
thought Kevin would be willing.

He focused on the overwhelming sensations he was getting from his ass,
pushing his butthole back against Peter's rigid tongue. How good it would
feel to have more pressing back against there...like Kevin's
fingers...Kevin's cock...

Kevin looked over at Toby, at his smooth arched back, his tight little butt
sticking up in the air as Peter rimmed him out. His gaze met Toby's. Their
faces were close together, their orgasms imminent, and the time just seemed
right. Kevin leaned in toward Toby, taking his head in his hands and
pulling him closer. They kissed lustily, their tongues dueling in each
other's mouths as their orgasms took over.

Kevin was the first to go. He plunged his dick deep into Carl's mouth and
unleashed his load. Carl choked a little, but managed to drink it down as
fast as Kevin dished it out.

A few seconds later, Toby's butthole spasmed around Peter's tongue and hot
ropes of jism issued uncontrollably from his cock as Peter stroked it
out. Toby and Kevin sucked face, moaning as the last of their loads drained
from their balls.

Peter felt ready to pop himself and made a quick decision to get as much
out of this as he could. He stood up, aimed his cock at Toby's perfectly
spread ass crack, and shot a hot thick load right down the center. It ran
gooily down Toby's hole and dripped off of his balls. Peter got down and
licked the warm cream from Toby's pulsating ass, reveling in the horny
taste of it all, leaving just a few drops for Toby to remember him by. Then
he backed off and Kevin and Toby broke apart.

"Uh...good job, guys," Kevin said, feebly trying to resurrect the tone. But
that was long passed. The truth was that the chemistry of all four boys in
that apartment had created a scene that none of them could have
anticipated. 

Kevin and Toby pulled up their shorts. Peter buckled his pants. Carl just
knelt there, blinking as if awoken from a dream. There was a wet spot on
his jeans.

Peter suspected Carl would have a hard time reconciling his behavior with
his day-to-day reality. He figured things with Toby and Kevin might be
awkward for a little while, too. It was always the same thing -- like
when the come shot out of their nuts it took with it some chemical from
their brains, the chemical that helped them cope with their desires.

Even as Peter basked in the afterglow of his orgasm, he could feel
something inside of him begin to go stale. Kevin and Toby were both
sheepishly waiting for Peter and Carl to leave, all of their previous
bravado depleted. There had to be more to sex than *this*.

Peter grabbed one of the remaining donuts and bit off a chunk.

"See you at practice tomorrow," he said to Kevin and Toby. They nodded
toward the floor. 

"C'mon, Carl," he said, grabbing him by the arm and leading him out of the
door.